The king is dead\\
The kingdom's mourning\\
The next in line\\
Will soon be sworn in\\
And he feels fine\\
The next in line is in love\\
No its not true he's not grieving\\
His blood is blue\\
And his heart is bleeding\\
The king is Dead\\
And the next in line is in love\\
The king is dead\\
The kingdom's crying\\
His eyes are red\\
And sore from trying\\
But he can't shed a single tear\\
He's in love\\
You can leave some flowers\\
You can dress in black\\
You can weep for hours\\
It won't bring him back\\
You can go for walks\\
To clear your mind\\
Then you can send your thoughts\\
To the next in line\\
He won't mind\\
He's in love\